Cloud Nine (feat. Trapstar AR)
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I keep running my numbers up Stuck in loop, bitch I spin and spend 'Til I ain't got nothing but nothing, bruh But I cannot lose, bitch I came to win Roll up, so the pain will end Pour up, just to fade again Cloud 9, bitch I’m chasin' it I’m fine when I’m feelin' lit I keep running my numbers up Stuck in loop, bitch I spin and spend 'Til I ain't got nothing but nothing, bruh But I cannot lose, bitch I came to win Roll up, so the pain will end Pour up, just to fade again Cloud 9, bitch I’m chasin' it I’m fine when I’m feelin' lit So I’m high and it’s really bliss Cross the line yeah I’m gettin' blitzed I don’t mind when I’m off the shits Touch the sky 'cause I’m floatin' bitch All my niggas be toting bitch 'Cause my niggas be moving shit You wanna run up? You foolish kid Proly flunked out of school 'n shit It be days that I feel I might just go insane, this doja numb the pain Pop the pilly just to fall asleep and make it go away Ice chills How I feel Plotting on a couple mil Yeah my demons really scary when I’m high they not as real I keep running my numbers up Stuck in loop, bitch I spin and spend 'Til I ain't got nothing but nothing, bruh But I cannot lose, bitch I came to win Roll up, so the pain will end Pour up, just to fade again Cloud 9, bitch I’m chasin' it I’m fine when I’m feelin' lit I keep running my numbers up Stuck in loop, bitch I spin and spend 'Til I ain't got nothing but nothing, bruh But I cannot lose, bitch I came to win Roll up, so the pain will end Pour up, just to fade again Cloud 9, bitch I’m chasin' it I’m fine when I’m feelin' lit I keep on fuckin' my commas up $1300, and the pack ain't land Juugin niggas like, for what lil' bruh So you better hustle if you want that Benz Glocky on me when I spin that bend I ain't lackin', better ask a friend Bitch, stop with the cappin' We ain't f*ck again Sent her home, couldn't go to bed Paranoid, feds might kick in Count this money, lord forgive my sins All this guala blowin' through the wind Opposition think I'm hittin' bins Niggas watchin', five percent, my tint Bring them stepper's, you gon' watch 'em sprint Big choppa, hangin' off my hip I just like counting money while your bitch give me head I keep running my numbers up Stuck in loop, bitch I spin and spend 'Til I ain't got nothing but nothing, bruh But I cannot lose, bitch I came to win Roll up, so the pain will end Pour up, just to fade again Cloud 9, bitch I’m chasin' it I’m fine when I’m feelin' lit I keep running my numbers up Stuck in loop, bitch I spin and spend 'Til I ain't got nothing but nothing, bruh But I cannot lose, bitch I came to win Roll up, so the pain will end Pour up, just to fade again Cloud 9, bitch I’m chasin' it I’m fine when I’m feelin' lit
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Written by: Joseph Chirunga-Cortez, Randy Ani
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